Author Note: I had this idea for some random reason a while back ago... I will see how it plays out. (THIS WILL BE THE SHORTEST CHAPTER!) i pretty much just wanted to see if anyone got an interest, but either way i will continue for a few chapters then decide if i will cut it or not. ~Please Review :)
-Jokersmiles:)
Amaimon was always a mischievous boy, always has since the day he was brought to this old Victorian household. Yes, Amaimon was adopted. He was found at a very young age by a middle aged couple. They noticed his strange habits from the moment they saw him playing at the orphanage outside. Unlike all the other children who played group games kickball and tag with their friends he would sit alone. Amaimon would sit alone in the tallest tree watching everyone, observing them. He would always have this look on his face as he watched them, a look indescribable.
Today was this poor boys birthday. Always his parents would try and please him, make him feel like they were all a family, but he never truly liked being there. He never felt like he could fit in there. Amaimon knew there was something darker to his past then any of them thought. Tonight was the night it seemed, he had that feeling that something was going to happen. Indeed it did, his true heritage came fighting back to him. His true father came to visit, threatening to kill his adoptive parents. Right as soon as their lives were to be stolen away, Amaimon did the only thing he thought he could do to save them the slow painful his death his father would no doubt give them, with his own hands he brought his parents to the ground killing them himself. He was again left alone; he walked the streets looking for some way to give him a place to live. Every night at a place he found to stay he would have nightmares of that very night. One day he was strolling through another city he saw signs for the circus entering town. It was then he decided he would go to that circus and see what kind of performances he could learn to give himself some sort of experience.
At the circus Amaimon stared at the performers, each one their talents greater than the other. They were all amazing. But one caught his eye. The ring master. Maybe it was the way he gestured his arms to the crowd, it could have been his loud voice over the microphone. Any reason could have been the source of catching Amaimon's attention, but neither did the boy know nor care. He was happy he found what he had been looking for. In his mind, he thought the circus would be the best place for him.